Prologue

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1, 2, 1, '2, 1, 2, 1, 2. Sophie's breaths were short and sharp. 1, 2, 1, 2.

The sun was bright, so bright. Her eyelid flitted shut. A migraine had flared in the back of her skull. It was pounding. Sophie opened her eyes and felt the sun boring into her. She felt her knees go weak and toppled over as the world went dark.


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